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indie succubus & slavic myth oc. by calis.

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@vilasamoliva​ liked for a thing from Ari

“There’s not enough fucking tequlia and vodka in the world to deal with these people,” Ariadna muttered to the woman beside her. A large gathering was a quick way for the woman to call it a nope. 

“Let’s go for a walk outside. See if we can find something more tolerable, yeah?” 

Anything that wasn’t these pricks who she was tempted to poison or otherwise maim. Especially one particularly cocky bastard that reminded her of one of her exes who didn’t seem to shut up. 

“Less you rather find amusement from me forcibly removing his ability to speak, and maybe reproduce if we’re lucky.” 

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“Man, ain’t that a mood,” Sveta commiserated with a sly smirk, glad that the rest of her customers within earshot looked about ready to collapse on the ground in a drunken, comatose heap. 

“I was supposed to take my break awhile ago, anyways. Got a bank you wanna rob?”

Maybe Svetlana was playing it a bit too coyly, prodding the enraged bull, but as long as her horns weren’t aimed at her, who was she to care who got ganked? Setting down a rag she’d used to wipe droll from the counter with, it was her escape.

“So, I take it the bar scene where you’re from is a lot tamer? Out here, it’s a bar brawl every other damn night.”

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hueheld‌: 

“More of looking to get absolutely shit faced for no reason.” 

Winter, summer, the seasons mattered not to him. He adapted to the cold just as well as the warmth. Though, he found himself longing for something different. Literally anywhere but America, Ireland, or Romania. But he had work with the mortals to settle before he could go any further. 

“May fuck off to Spain, Italy, somewhere not this frozen hell hole.” 

“Sounds like you want Palermo, Sicily. Smack dab in the middle of the Mediterranean and downright gorgeous.”

Well, if one discounted the fact that it wasn’t exactly a heavily forested region, but her Albanian blood lived for places like that, situated on crystalline blue waters lighter than the sky itself. Of course, it did make her wonder if a Celt from way up north could handle the heat...

“It’s where I’m going before I pop back to Zmajkovo, at least.”

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shimmerseas‌: 

   “ yeah, let’s– not do that. ” not to be commitophobic, but they’ve known each other for mere minutes, and that’s a pretty binding contract to make off the bat. besides, he’s still a little too shaken to concentrate on any fine print, and doesn’t want to end up accidentally selling his soul away… “ let’s see how the helping out goes first– then maybe you can have some blood… if you still want it. ” his blood goes through enough already without him agreeing to something like that; not without some really good reasoning, anyway.    “ minus the cops part, I like it… ! ” Svetlana, huh. she gets a handshake, less tentative than before. she seems… cool. a vague and perhaps hastily made judgement, but so far, he could see no downside to this arrangement! after all, he could always use more buddies. who would say no to that? “ well, sorry to break it to you– but you came to the wrong side of the west coast. it’s COLD. I mean, it’s probably nothing compared to Bulgaria, but it’s not exactly sunny out. ” chilly bay water clung to the air all winter long, and he was not a fan. it was a very mild ‘cold’ compared to where she’s from– even where he’s from– but he disliked the chill nonetheless. “ that can be our first job! there has GOT to be some tropical ghost bothering someone, somewhere. we need to find a good Caribbean haunting to solve, and get out of here. ”

“So, casual it is. Guess the nice thing about a tourist trap no matter the time of year means there’s always going to be a bar crawl and motels, my kinda turf to crash in.” And it was too easy for someone like her to utilize her natural charm and instantly make the proprietor be made to believe she was a new employee and take it from there. Maybe it was uncouth and manipulative, but for someone like her who wasn’t human except in appearance, it was simply how she was. No more apologetic than the wind was for whipping up tornadoes and hurricanes. “It’s still warmer than the East Coast. I can handle gloomy, so long as it doesn’t snow. Autumn is my limit.” And even that got downright unbearable. Being around plants that were shutting down was like being locked in a room full of dying people, something only work got her mind off of. Svetlana involuntarily shuddered, a faint hiss escaping. 

Still, Caribbean ghosts? “Huh, you know, I’m not sure about the Caribbean, but further south bordering Mexico has some hot spots. I hear a lot from customers I’ve gotten. When you avoid the dumb brawlers, drunks really do tell all.” Of course, that would mean she actually recalled real specifics. Seemed a pesky side-effect of being immortal, even if her memory went far further back than a human’s. “Tell you what, I’ll do some digging and see what can be come up with. If I snag something interesting, maybe that could be our pilot episode. What do you think, hot shot?”

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[hueheld]

@vilasamoliva​

He could only imagine how terribly this could go. He was a pariah at this point, since the wars. Well more of a blood bath that he was complicit during. And for what? Because he thought with his dick and heart instead of his head. But camping in the States, to be back on American soil was odd. Especially when he took note of the Samodiva. 

Absently he invited the other to sit with him in front of the fire he had burning. 

“Want a cup of mead?” 

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God, she really hated autumn. It was like walking through a tomb with how the flora slept or died, but with her ticket to Bulgaria secured and barely a week until the end of November, sticking it out with co-workers for a roughshod Thanksgiving was the one reason she lingered. Walking through the park saw her glimpsing a crackling fire and a lone figure near, naturally curious. 

He seemed friendly enough, Svetlana decided as she sunk down nearby, but not too close. Made her wonder what a Celtic fae was doing this far stateside--as if she was one to talk.

“Thanks, but I’m good. Last hurrah before the snow comes?”

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ashgiven‌: 

         “Anotha’ bourbon…this time mind the goddamn ice, stuffs already fuckin’ watered down enough…” The young amateur mechanic groans, flipping a cigarette between his lips and tapping his empty glass upon the counter, feeling rather peeved. Flustered completely, he’d half assumed this watering hole would provide something to make him grin, but all he’d found was more frustration int he shape of tepid alcohol. Yet in a sense, with the horrible week before him, it’s better than nothing and he’s set on wasting his forty pounds on every ounce of that sorry excuse for whisky. 

“Can do, boss. It’s company policy to keep them watered down since most johns like it that way, but I don’t mind giving you the real thing. You want the bottle, too?” Sveta said conversationally while hooking her finger in his spent tumbler to bring closer enough for a pour, doling out the right amount, sans the rocks it usually came with. Funny, but it didn’t exactly surprise her how much the man was drinking. She’d likely do the same if she could drink at all, let alone in a place so dreary that seeing sunlight would make the English faithful think it was the second coming of Christ. Hence why she detested layover, but it was only for another week. “So, you got something you want off your chest? I’m no therapist, but I’m good at keeping secrets, and you probably won’t see me again after this.”

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      ❝KNEW there was something up with that woman,❞ he mutters under his breath. ❝Cat too. UGLY THING.❞ Cat’s didn’t exactly like Geralt, studying him and watching him wherever he walks. But in their cases, he hopes he’ll never have to return. Wise women, druids, they were all crazy on the islands. Geralt won’t knock their customs, everyone believed in something after all, but drinking urine and thinking the nasty STY growing on your eyelid were a sign from the most holy of spirits just leaves him question mental states.

       He takes the offered scale, watching the rainbow of iridescent colors flash in the terrible light. His CAT potion is in affect; the only way he can see down these dank caverns. He waves his hand. ❝Lead the way. Don’t mind playing FOLLOW the LEADER.❞

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“There usually is. You’re better off sticking with your gut and bulletin boards at the town square than them. That, and your gut.” Nevermind the fact that Svetlana fell silent altogether, contemplating lighting a flare in her palm to help see, but neither of them needed it. Mutations or just innate ability, it didn’t matter. The air became heavier as the samodiva held up a palm for pause, listening closely as a distant hiss resonated through the narrow cavity, the vibrato of it carrying. They were getting close, meaning it would be better to forgo conversation in lieu of stalking their prey. Leather soles moved soundlessly over the stone, jerking her head left at a ledge that wasn’t much higher up, but the stench of lindworm was apparent, pronounced by rotting human flesh of whatever poor soul had been its most recent catch.

Leaping adroitly, true to her prediction was the beast reposing in its den, skulls and bones scattered, some long since ground into worm meal from how long it had been. Their vantage point provided some surveillance without giving their own position away. Glancing to the witcher, Svetlana left it to his judgment when to strike or not.

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blondieat‌: 

          face   TWISTS   in   confusion,   hand   placed   upon   hip   that   JUTS   out   slightly   because     WHO THE FUCK EVEN TALKS LIKE THAT ?     monica   shakes   her   head   then,   almost   PUZZLED   by   the   other’s   EXISTENCE,          ‘          huh   ??   pretty   sure   the   BIG APPLE   is   like,   public   domain.          ‘

“So, not a territorial asshole? That’s new,” Svetlana quipped wryly, wondering if this girl was just too young as a demon to slip into the social mores of her brethren. That, and the obvious fact that they were in public, which would make a public confrontation look bad on both of them.

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shimmerseas‌: 

   he’s coming down from the adrenaline & panic of having semi-accidentally summoned something into his living room– finally able to breathe a sigh of relief at her response; even to play along. “ you don’t have to laminate it… some thick, high quality paper would probably be good. ” she doesn’t seem the murder-y type. of course, that could be a ploy… but, like she said, his intuition isn’t ringing any alarm bells. he’s going to trust his instincts until given a reason not to ( they didn’t usually let him down. ) “ I’m a witch, ” he confirms for her, although in a wishy-washy kind of way; “ sort of. that’s what some people call me. ” witch is such a versatile word, isn’t it? but he’s a ‘person with weird otherworldly powers’, which qualifies him for the definition. “ elixirs, huh… ” well. that’s interesting, because he’s not great at those. of course, he can follow a recipe, when he finds one, but people scarcely leave their Magical Potion Recipe’s lying around for other’s of questionable motives to find, nor their Rare & Weird Ingredients to make one. “ that’s cool… potions aren’t really my thing; not THAT kind of witch– the black cauldron kind, so… yeah. I guess I could use the help? ” what would he even USE a potion for? he’d never thought about it much, but the possibilities were kind of endless, actually. this COULD be a good thing… for him. but what’s in it for her?    “ what about you? is there a catch? or do you have to stay, just because I summoned you; like a genie-Aladdin situation? because I don’t want you to be STUCK with me… ” as much as he could use a little bit of help, he had no intentions of harboring a magical creature against their will. that was RUDE. & creepy. “ if you want to be on your way, I won’t stop you. ”

“Nope, no catch. Now, you could make a blood contract--which is a bit more binding--but, I’m not the kinda girl to force that kind of thing. I’m only here if you want me to be, Mr. Witch,” Svetlana explained with a slight tease, glad that her suspicions proved correct. Though her being summoned was extremely uncommon--maybe happened once every few years--she wasn’t always fortunate as to who wound up summoning her. Usually, those who delved that deep into Slavic mythology tended to be those in a bit deeper than their Nordic or Greek pagan counterparts, the most common denominations outside of Celtic. That, and he was a good witch, which definitely earned him some more brownie points, even if his skittishness was understandable. Which...probably nailed the point home not to mention being half-succubus. The last thing she needed was to more or less confirm her fears, despite despising demon culture. “As for that, the level of contact is up to you. Could be as deep as a buddy-cop comedy--minus the cops--or as casual as being, like...homework help. And for the record, this isn’t an inconvenience to me. With winter coming, I would’ve been coming to the west coast or heading back home to Bulgaria, anyways. Cold weather is killer for someone like me.” And that wasn’t even joking. Though it had scarcely happened, Samodiva at least going catatonic in the cold had happened before.

Offering Tida her hand, she added, “Whoops, guess I was a bit rude there. I’m Svetlana Dervishi. Could shorten it to Svet or Sveta, either one is fine. And no, telling me your name and shaking on it won’t invoke some weird dark magic or whatever.” Not like she would, even if he was a dark magic practitioner. Glad she had an excuse to spend the winter where it was warm, at least.

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grvntcd‌: 

          “ That makes sense, ” RuYi nodded as she took in the aroma of the tea, “ And I am quite familiar with the Biblical references. It’s similar in Chinese myths, in which the goddess Nüwa created humans from yellow earth - or clay. ” 

She took a sip of her tea before continuing, “ In the East, demons usually smell like what they are – mostly rot and decay, sadly. If they’re not animal spirits, anyway. An animal spirit for instance would smell like that animal, but with added elements of what they eat or where they dwell. If they’re well-groomed they may be able to conceal it through bathing, and almost pass themselves off as human. ” Much like RuYi, who often smelled of a mix of various flowers ( notably roses, jasmine, peach and cherry blossoms, and lotuses ) and sea air. Of course, technically, she was a jinni with her fox abilities intact, so naturally she wouldn’t smell like a fox anymore.

@grvntcd​

“So, sort of like a case of ‘different strokes for different folks’, I get it,” Svetlana mused while slowly nodding her head in understanding. One thing Svetlana was certain of, it was that she could see herself hanging around the immortal goddess more often if she permitted. It wasn’t every day she met someone who wasn’t a former human, something that made getting along with their ilk difficult, at times. 

“You ever notice the difference between us and them? Like, immortals who were formerly human feel the need to make things happen. It’s not even a case for initiative. That they have to meddle with the flow of things instead of going to where it can come to them. Someone like me, I happen. I don’t go to bars scoping out potential prey; I knock and they let me in. You should see succubi who were former humans, though. They weird me out with how much they hunt in the physical. Easier to tell ‘em apart, I guess.” Funny how they were more demonic compared to succubi like her who were born as they were, traveling into dreams as an ideal lover and mostly being forgotten by morning. Exactly as it should be before the human-made ones came along and mucked it up.

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bellcdcnnc‌: 

The blonde, petit with an ever-scornful-perfectly-made-up face, glanced behind herself. Over one narrow shoulder, and then the next, curious as to who this vermin was speaking to. Caelia was raised to rule an entire kingdom; an entire bloodline of a vampiric race. The words of the little and less fortunate did not phase the princess enough to hurt her.

“Well, certainly not me. I only smell like Chanel No.5 or Jo Malone. But I’m certain if you took off those rags and washed yourself, you may rid your nose of that stench, my darling.”

“Least that’s the least of my worries. Versus, what, burning up in the sun? What’s dead should stay dead.”

Needless to say, vampires were her least favorite sort of immortal. Most tended towards sky-high arrogance aside from being former humans, but former humans who were walking corpses? Christ, it was her two least favorite things rolled into one. Dead and human. If there was a circle of hell dedicated to her, it’d likely be teeming with ‘em.

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swordanew‌: 

     head tilting to the side, izuminokami turns to the woman he’d just passed with mouth slightly agape. an ACTOR? that was a first. ❛ i’m going to CHOOSE to take that as a compliment. as for my profession, ❜ here, he pauses. ❛ i SUPPOSE it’s something similar to historical reenactment. ❜

The closer she was, the more Svetlana realized that something was...off, juxtaposed to the average Joe. Maybe it was just an early morning, or something. “Totally. I mean, I’m something of a history connoisseur myself and it’s pretty obvious this is a true-blue costume you’ve got going, bud.” That, and his hair would be the envy of any Samodiva. How he got it to that length in such good condition was beyond her.

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He’s the wolf screaming lonely in the night

He’s the blood stain the stage

He’s the tear in your eye Been tempted by his lie

He’s the knife in your back

[vilasamoliva]

“Saturday night, man. Anyone wanna get stoned?”

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All my inktober doodles weren’t working today so here’s a Halloween version of Elvis cat :)

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sharkapologlst‌: 

    “ wait… what the hell– ? ” he… had not expected this to work. NOT AT ALL. he stumbled a few paces back, away from the offerings, and the entity that emerged out of them; more than a little stunned & concerned. this was a stupid idea! why did he do this; ( boredom, that’s why ) and worse, why did he do it ALONE? he’s heard the stories of summoning demons and other darkness; creatures pretending to be benevolent… so how is he supposed to trust this one? he should have thought of that BEFORE HE BROUGHT THEM HERE, but frankly… he really wasn’t expecting anything to actually show up…     “ I’m… ” he almost gives his name, but decides against it– for now. he wasn’t sure it was a good idea. ( as if having a secret identity was going to somehow save him if ‘Svetlana’ really didn’t mean well… ) his skepticism shows in his expression and disbelieving tone. “ familiar… ? I thought familiar’s were cats, or frogs– I don’t know– some animal. ” they didn’t look like an animal. clearly, he had no idea what was going on; had not read the fine print on the magic he was casting. he’s a little shaken up by this unexpected turn of events, so it requires a lot of effort to recall what exactly he had been aiming for, here, but the name– Svetlana– rings a bell; “ you’re a… ” he can’t remember the actual word– it was clearly from another language– but he remembers the approximation: “ nymph? or that’s what you’re supposed to be… ” he’s going to need some kind of PROOF they are who they say they are, before he goes trusting the GIANT METAPHORICAL QUESTION MARK now standing in his living room.

At some point, Svetlana was fast coming to the conclusion that maybe she needed business cards for this. “Remind me to stop by Office Max and get some laminated business cards,” Svetlana quipped sardonically while stepping outside of the summoning circle, feeling a little foolish while stepping on the remains of the squashed flower crown, the thing looking sadder than a poolside furniture sale at the end of October. Still, the guy was rattling off more questions than could be thought, and he didn’t even seem moderately caffeinated. “Familiar, as in a metaphor. Like hell I’d turn into an animal for this, but you’re a witch, aren’t you? So, the term probably sums it up better than a half-hour TED talk. Simply put, it’d be like being an accomplice, with or without the crime--depending on what kinda guy you are. My expertise happens to be making shit like potions, elixirs, healing--that kinda thing. My kind are good at it.” Nevermind the fact that she didn’t feel particularly inclined to throw in the bit about her technically being half-demon. Not that it was on a need-to-know-basis.

“Another witch thing--don’t you think, if I was as malevolent as you think I am, that the summoning would’ve gone a lot differently? Most tried and true demons demand blood sacrifices; I don’t. Does your intuition make you feel like your guts gave out? Because demons tend to do that.” Unfortunate as it was that she knew what it was like in the first place, having worked with one too many witches who wanted more than just a lousy old fae, but a real font of power that often ended badly for them. “Not that I’m gonna care if you chicken out. I’ll just be on my way.”